Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Thailand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Colin Newman to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.